He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
I decided to follow my clitoris instead of my heart.
I remember tearing his shower curtain down but I don't remember trying to shave my vag...
The calves of my jeans are covered in jello shots from Sunday, how desperate do I have to be before I start licking them?
Just bought a waterproof mattress cover. Bring it on sophomore year.
It sounded like he said "don't stop" but all I could hear were his balls.
A part of me realizes this is a bad time to text. But I override it with my awesomeness
Nothing says Panama City like condoms washing up on the shore.
You were just so carefree! People were like, "there's broken glass everywhere" and you were just like, IDGAFFFFFFF
Looks like he unfriended you too. I feel like we were both just handed negative pregnancy tests.
I just smoked weed with my physics professor. Tell me how my life is this.
Of all the kinds of relationships I've had in my life, I'd have to say, lab-partner-with-benefits takes the fuckin cake
Okay, so is being determined to have my vagina licked by a woman on Valentine's day an acceptable goal?
THERE'S MORE TO LIFE THAN JUST MISSIONARY
Ya i'm marrying the man who can hear/smell this level of flatulence and stick around
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